Working on a Holiday

I used to be a workaholic. Used to because I have grown old and up and have realized that work doesn’t really make the world go round. Work is just something that distracts you and prevents you from chasing your rainbows. Or maybe because I’ve grown jaded and lost my enthusiasm and my faith that I can make a difference along with a part of my youth.

Or maybe because I don’t like what I’m doing?

It comes as no surprise then that I am building up this resentment as I woke up this morning and realized that I have to log on to my computer and finish some reports that are due at lunch today. Today – a holiday. And ten minutes upon waking, I have already blamed the unfortunate calendar – “why does the 15th have to fall on a Monday and why is the 12th of June a Friday?”

But of course, I should be blaming me instead. I should have stayed up two nights in a row to finish this report instead of: watching disney with Joey, attending the so-so year end party, or catching up on my reading.

Excuse me while I get to work. I am grumpy today. Perhaps later I will cheer myself up by going to Cubao and having a custom-made pair of shoes for me. Looks nice no?

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